#vincent sinclair x reader smut

[luverine]

Vincent Sinclair x fem! Reader

MDNI // nsfw // Bo is mean // Soulmate AU // Sculptor Vincent

1.4k words ᨒ ⚔︎ ᨒ requested by @stygianoir ᨒ ⚔︎ ᨒ

The clashing of swords was the last thing you remembered. Blood, pain, and the sight of your soulmate falling beside you. You tried to reach him, but your strength was fading. “We’ll find each other again.” You whisper, His hand stretched toward you, fingers brushing against yours before everything went black.

You were certain it was the end.

…But it wasn’t.

Unaware of the heavy heart you carried within. You had been reborn, yet something was missing- memories and flashes from a life you couldn’t quite grasp haunted you in quiet moments.

You worked at a gallery, a place that brought peace to your restless soul. Art surrounded you- paintings, sculptures, things that felt like echoes from another time. You always wore a mask,uncomfortable eyes on you. It became a custom of sorts.

Today was no different, except for the unusual buzz in the air. A new exhibit had arrived- sculptures created by a mysterious artist named Vincent. The name tugged at something deep inside you, but you couldn’t place it.

Bo you assume his brother or friend, who frequented the gallery, had been hanging around more than usual. He was charming, but there was something in his manner that made you uneasy. He had always been flirtatious, but today, it got too far.

As you were arranging a display, Bo slid up to you, his presence suddenly too close for comfort.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low. “You look good today. Why hide behind that mask?”

You turned to him, your expression hidden behind the porcelain facade, your discomfort growing. “It’s safe,” you replied curtly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But Bo didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned closer, his fingers brushing against the edge of your mask. “Why don’t we see what’s underneath? I bet you’re even more beautiful without it.”

Before you could react, Bo’s hand gripped your mask and with one sharp tug, he broke it. The piece shattered, falling to the ground. Your face was exposed, and a sudden wave of panic gripped you.

You gasped, stepping back, a frown etched in your face, your heart racing. But before Bo could say anything else, a hand grabbed him away from you.

You turned toward the source of the hand, and there he stood- Vincent, the sculptor, you asssume. He was tall, with broad shoulders, his face half-concealed behind an intricate, off white mask that only revealed his sharp, intense eyes. The moment those eyes met yours, time seemed to stop.

Bo hesitated, clearly startled by Vincent’s presence. “Relax, Vince, It’s just a mask.”

Vincent’s gaze never left you, but his eyes carried a weight that left no room for argument. He glared sharply at Bo.

Bo grumbled something under his breath but eventually backed off, shooting you one last look before disappearing into the crowd.

For a long moment, it was just you and Vincent standing in the quiet corner of the gallery. You could feel the air shift, charged with something between you that you didn’t yet understand. Your face, bare now, felt exposed in more ways than one, but Vincent’s eyes softened as he took a step closer.

He reached out, his gloved hand gently brushing against your cheek. “I know you,” he whispered, his raspy voice filled with awe.

And that was when the memories flooded back. You saw the fight- the swords, the blood, the final moments before death took you both. You remembered his mask, just as it had been in your past life. The way he had looked at you then, full of love and sorrow, was the same way he was looking at you now.

“Vincent,” you whispered, your voice trembling. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of truth, of recognition.

His hand lingered on your face for a moment longer before he pulled away, reaching into his coat pocket. When he pulled out a small ring, your breath caught in your throat. It was simple, yet beautiful- an antique design, as though it had been waiting for this moment for centuries.

“I never got the chance before,” Vincent said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “In our last life, we didn’t have time. But now… we do.”

Without another word, he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger. It felt right, like it had always belonged there. “It’s perfect,” He whispered.

Tears welled in your eyes, not of sadness but of relief, and reunion. You had found each other again, in this life, despite everything that had tried to keep you apart.

“We have time now,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet certainty.

Vincent nodded, his grip on your hand tightening just slightly, a silent promise.

Vincent gently pulls you away from the crowded gallery, his rough hand against yours. There’s a tension in the air as he leads you to his apartment, just a few blocks away, away from prying eyes. You sense his urgency, the way he seems to shield you from the world, as if he has known you your whole life.

…

Once inside, the door closes softly behind you, the room bathed in a soft, green glow. Vincent removes his mask, his gaze intense, vulnerable. Without a word, he steps closer, leaning down and kisses you, tender at first, then deeper- his lips full of yearning. The warmth between you rises, spreading like a quiet flame, and for a moment, the world outside fades away.

Your heart races as you pull back slightly, breathless. “Is this too fast?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never-“

He silences you gently with a finger against your lips, his touch reassuring. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice low and calming. “It’s just us. Just you and me.”

The words settle something inside you, melting away the doubt and nervousness. The moment feels safe, as if time has slowed down just for the two of you. You meet his gaze, nodding, a silent understanding passing between you both.

He runs his hands softly against you, feeling you, caressing you. You let out a slight whimper. He looks down into your eyes. And tugs at your shirt.

You swallow some anxiety and nod once more. Vincent slowly unbuttons your shirt. His breath hitches at the sight of your covered breasts.

“Can I?” He begs, you mutter a small “yes.” His blue eyes widened. Moving his hands up slowly he unclasps your bra and gasps, ending with a small whimper. His shaky hands slide to your waist to your chest.

He groans you, his breath is still as he hears your soft moans as he teases your sensitive nipples. “Vincent- please, I need you.” you plead looking into his sparkling eyes.

His breathing picks up but he pulls away, slowly undressing himself from head to toe, giving you a little show displaying his pale, toned, body.

the anticipation is having your core pulsating, and so warm, you feel feverish. As Vincent finishes he moves to you where, pulling your pants down. There was a pause as he reached for your panties. You take a deep breath and say “take it off.” He nods and continues.

Slick stuck to your panties as he pulled, he exhales, a borderline moan. Once after it was completely off he pulled you underneath him. You both looked deep into each other's eyes, the unspoken bond stronger than ever.

“Please,” you whisper in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. He shudders, his lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck. His lean body pressed against yours, and you feel him, hard and ready, rubbing against your entrance before sliding inside you with one slow, deliberate thrust.

You both moan in unison, the sensation overwhelming. Vincent stills for a moment, gritting his teeth, his voice thick with need. “You’re so tight,” he whimpers, his forehead resting against yours.

You giggle softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Move, please,” you beg, your voice trembling. He lets out a low moan and begins to thrust, his pace slow at first, then steadily building in intensity.

His rhythm gets harder and faster, diving deeper into you, making you cry out, the pleasure is getting intense. “Vincent- I’m- oh fuck!” You scream out as your juices gush around his dick, making him crumble in bliss, he creams inside of you.

He holds onto your smaller frame tightly, breathing heavy, covered in sweat, flushed, he kisses your cheek and moves next to you. Grabbing your hand and intwing it with your smaller softer hand. “I love you.” He says turning to look at you with a small smile across his face, you can’t help but smile back.

This time, nothing would tear you apart.

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[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[seraphicwaves]

Slashers Reaction To Having A Chubby S/O.

Brahms Heelshire.

Oh my God he loves it. He holds you all the time, especially when his hands dig into your plump ass. He'll definitely call you mommy as he snuggles into your big tits. He wants you all the time, especially at night.. He wants cuddles 24/7, especially when you're sad or having period cramps. He wants to bury himself into your tummy all the time, until you tell him to stop, that is. He whimpers when he doesn't get to be around you, especially when he's in the walls and Malcolm is delivering things.

Bubba Sawyer.

Oh, this big baby loves it. Especially if you're short and chubby, he loves having someone built almost like him and short. (You're more curvy though..) He always wants to hold you, even gets yelled at by the family sometimes for not doing his duties and clinging to you. He whines when he gets taken away from your presence, and overly kills the victims when he's mad that you're not with him. When you ARE with him though, he wants to hug you and kiss your cheeks, even squeeze you like you squeeze him.

Michael Myers.

He doesn't mind it. In fact, he prefers it. He's sort of indifferent though, he IS quite clingy when you're cooking for him though. He'll come up behind you, grab you, and hold you. He even lets out some soft grunts in your ear when he squeezes your wide hips. He'll let you do ANYTHING to him in bed, even when he's being the dominant one.

Billy Lenz.

Billy loves it SOOO much. He calls you his "Pretty Piggy" and he clings to you when the girls are out. Even you'll sometimes make excuses to go into the attic, and he'll be so clingy and not want you to leave. You're HIS and his ONLY. He'll squeeze your belly, kiss your neck, squeeze your breasts, etc. He just wants to hold his chubby piggy and kiss you, especially when you're on your period or just moody. He wants your belly out in crop-tops all the time, especially to squeeze and kiss it. He'll definitely mark your neck up with hickeys and such.

Thomas Hewitt.

He adores it, like Bubba does. Except he's not AS clingy as Bubba would be. He does love it and will admire you, but he doesn't whine when he's without you. Instead, he gets hard and desperate for you. Whenever he's hunting for victims and you're not there or sick, he'll stay behind in the barn and jerk off, while thinking about you that is. He'll absolutely adore squeezing your belly and kissing your neck, especially when you're not in the mood for sex, since he's quite tender in my opinion. He'll kill for you, he will.

Jason Voorhees.

Jason adores you. He wants you, constantly. He doesn't even know how to control his boners when cuddling with you. When he's without you, he'll think about you constantly and even maybe overkill some of his victims, but only because he's mad that you're not with him. Jason wants to snuggle with you, even without his mask on. You're the only one who he'll let see his face without it on. He'll love to hold your wide hips, he thinks that they're a symbol of fertility. For him. He loves your belly too, don't forget that.

Vincent Sinclair.

Oh boy he wants you. He wants to show you off, kiss your short thick legs, etc. He'll sculpt a figure in the shape of you just so he can show you off to the others. It'll be nude too, trust me. He's a horny horny boy, that's something he DEFINITELY is. He'll cradle your chubby belly, squeeze your wide pudgy hips, that is until he leaves fingerprint marks. He definitely whines a bit, but they're more like grunts, and he only does this when he's without his baby.

Lester Sinclair.

This baby is so giddy about your body when he sees you. He wants to just be all over you, all the time. 24 fucking 7. He giggles when he gets to hold you or cuddle your soft and squishy form, especially your belly. God, he's a belly man FOR SURE. He gets majorly jealous when Bo or Vincent even dare to GLANCE at you. He definitely wants to snuggle every night, clinging to your body like it's his last chance at survival. Which it might be, to him at least. He'll kiss your big chest, kiss your tummy, kiss your inner thick thighs. He'll even bite you occasionally, but not too roughly. He loves your body overall.

Bo Sinclair.

He's also indifferent about it. He loves you, regardless of your shape. But there ARE bonus points for you being chubby.. You can't really run from him when he's chasing you down to tickle you, you'll get tired after the first 2 minutes or so. He loves your boobs, he thinks they match with your adorable rounded belly. He wants to see you dressed up for him and ONLY for him. He wants to kiss your belly, thick thighs, etc. He's definitely not TOO much of a cuddler, but he DOES want to cuddle occasionally. Especially if he has a bad day, or if a victim didn't work out like he expected them/it to.

[regianenascimentooficial]

Part 1: Is every slasher more about love or sex in relationship?

Part 2 Here!

🌹Slashers:

Jason Voorhees / Michael Myers / Pinhead / Vicent and Bo Sinclair / Thomas Hewitt / Bubba Sawyer / Asa Emory.

🌹 Warning:

⚠️ All headcanons have things that minors cannot read! Read at your own risk! ⚠️

🌹🌹GOOD READ! 🌹🌹

🥀With Jason, there wouldn't be as much sex as love. He's not the type who just wants to fuck you. He's the romantic type who, when you least expect it, will always bring you gifts, remember important dates and treat you like a princess. An incurable romantic.

🥀Michael is more of the type who would keep to himself, but romance isn't his thing. But that doesn't take away from the fact that every now and then he wants a little affection. Even if it's just touching your hand. However, when he's on a high after killing, he'll want to fuck you deep and mark his territory. After all, you're his.

🥀A gentleman, but a rascal. He'll treat you like a queen and everything, but don't expect to live forever without feeling the pain and pleasure he can give you. And he expects you to understand that. Outside of four walls, you're the woman of his life who he'll love and be romantic about, inside four walls, he talks and you keep quiet. In rare cases, you can turn the tables.

🥀A romantic bastard, this can be interpreted as how Vincent would treat you. He would be sweet to you and very affectionate, but he wouldn't resist putting his hands on you and moving them down between your legs if necessary or if he was in need. He just looks like a saint...

🥀The opposite of his brother. He's not at all romantic and will fuck you whenever he wants and will be a bore who is always teasing you, but there will be times when he will just want you to lie on the floor with your hands together looking up at the sky and realize that his life was better with you.

🥀Both at the same time. He will love you, care for you, treat you like his little girl. Always worried about you and making sure you're okay. He will always give you gifts from his victims, especially daisies, however, when you see him licking his lips, you know that today he will use you until the bed breaks.

🥀Just like Jason, he won't be the type to have sex a lot. He loves you and wants to take care of you like a doll. Plus, he won't know how to deal with exposing his body. He doesn't like himself and is shy. So, he'll just be by your side and give you affection, food and love.

🥀He knows how to show you love, but for him it's more fun to make you beg for him by calling his name. He'll give you roses and take you to museums and everything related to art, but he'll love making you cum seven times in a row. Seeing you begging and cumming for him makes him record this beautiful specimen that is you.

©REGIANE NASCIMENTO©

[daddy-issues-99]

Vincent Sinclair x f!reader smut: First time

He's so innocent give him some love!

Word count: 1200

afab reader, soft sex, inexperienced Vincent, riding, praise, all around fluffy lovey sex <3

Vincent was something special: introverted, artistic, romantic, though not many people saw that besides you of course. But you were grateful for that. He treated you like a goddess, always putting you first, making sure you were happy and loved. But he always wanted to give you more, something more passionate, but he never quite could.

Vincent was passionate for sure but he never really knew how to satisfy you. Sure he's heard about crappy one night stands from Bo but that's hardly love, but, that's well...Bo.

You knew Vincent wanted to try, wanted to make you happy and satisfied like he'd read about and been told but every time he got his hands on you he would eventually back off, embarrassed and somewhat ashamed.

It wasn't his fault, he just didn't know the right way, but that was okay. Who are you to not teach him? After all, he deserves the world after everything he's done for you, why not give him a hand?

Bo had left for the night to go work at the shop and Lester was God knows where, leaving you and Vincent alone in the home. You slowly crept down the stairs to the basement where Vincent was blissfully working on one of his sculptures. You smile and quietly walked over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders, causing him to instinctively tense up.

You giggle slightly at his reaction before kissing the cheek of his mask. "It looks beautiful" You said with a smile, motioning to the new statue. He nods, leaning into your touch as a gesture of gratitude. You smile and gently grab his hands, pulling him up from the chair he's sitting in.

"I wanna try something" You say with an enthusiastic and excited expression. He tilts his head slightly before you gently pull him back up the stairs and towards the second floor.

You gently lead him to your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind you before gently pulling Vincent's hands into yours. He's visibly tense, if he wasn't wearing the mask, he'd definitely be blushing.

You smirk at his slight rection and gently shove him on to the bed, climbing on top of him. He sits awkwardly under you, gripping the sheets from a mix of surprise and embarrassment. You chuckle at his reaction before whispering the simple word:

"relax"

He almost instantly does, the sound of your voice always making him melt. You smile, taking a moment to admire your lover. You slowly move your hands to his shirt and carefully start unbuttoning is top, gently tossing it to the floor. You look up at Vincent, examining his body language: a mix of nervousness, and now lust that he's obviously trying to control.

You smirk and gently grab his hands, placing them on your waist. He doesn't instantly latch on, still scared of hurting you.

"Its okay, I trust you" You mutter before slowly pulling off your dress and tossing it to the side along with your bra, leaving you exposed to him. He stares at your body with need, drinking up every ounce of your figure. You grab his hands and bring them up to you chest, his hands perfectly cupping your breasts.

You move your hands to his trousers and slowly unbutton them, looking up at him for approval. He nods. You quickly unzip his pants and pull out his half hard cock. He instinctivly tightens his grip as his body tenses up from your touch, his hnds hardening while holding on to your breats.

You gently stroke his cock a few times, causing him to let out a strangled sigh. You had to admit, he looks cute like this, all flustered. You giggle and kiss his cheek in a teasing manner before slowly lifting yourself up and aligning yourself over his cock.

You give him a reasurring smile before slowly lowering yourself on to his leaking cock. He quickly moves his hands to your hips to stable himself, throwing his head back slightly, letting out a quiet groan.

You always imagined this day, now feeling his cock buried deep inside you bringing it all to fruition. You take a moment to adjust to his size before slowly rolling your hips, causing his grip on your hips to tighten. You start a slow but steady pace, rising and piercing yourself with his thick cock.

You place your hands on Vincent's chest to stable yourself, feeling his chest rise in an erratic manner as you slowly ride him. He melts under your touch. His own hands could never feel this good, no matter how much he tried. His mind is completely blank, fully engrossed in the feeling of your pussy deliciously devouring his cock.

But this is a learning experience, no matter how much you love watching him crumble, this is about him learning how this works.

You take one of his hands from your hip and place it over your clit, gently guiding his hand in rhythmic circles sending a shiver down your spine. "don't stop" You instruct and he happily obliges, trying to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

He gently circles your clit with his calloused fingers as instructed, giving you bursts of pleasure as you impale yourself on his cock. His hand tightens on your hip as a few strangled moans escaped his masked mouth.

You take this as a sign and slowly speed up, moving your hips faster and quickening the pace, his cock hitting every spot just right. Oh its wonderful. Just like how you always pictured.

You give Vincent a gentle kiss on the lips of his mask, you can tell he's getting close. His hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, only adding to your pleasure. But no, this is about him.

"You getting close?" You ask to which he quickly nods, letting out a small moan. You smile, happy he's enjoying himself and helping you. He keeps his hand moving at a steady pace ion your clit, slowly speeding up to copy your pace. "Come on, you're okay, you can come" You say soothingly, gently cupping his face in your free hand.

He groans and thrusts his hips up into you, shooting thick ropes of cum deep into you, coating your gummy walls, He lets out a quiet moan, gently thrusting his hips into you to rid out his high as you move your hips in unison.

Youre soon to follow as Vincent doesnt stop rubbing your clit, milking his cock as you call out his name in a breathy moan. You collapse on to his bare chest, catching your breath and inhaling his scent. God you love it. Your pulled from your thoughts when you feel two gentle hands rest on your back, carefully drawing small patterns on your skin.

You let out a sigh, bliss filling your sweaty and exhausted body. "I love you so much, Vinc" You mutter, slowly lifting your hips so his cock can slip out. He pauses for a moment before slowly lifting your chin between his fingers, resting his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a blissful and loving expression, gently caressing your face.

He can't say 'I love you', but no words could describe the look of affection in his eyes.

[backstabbvrs]

Bo Sinclair P!links

This is 18+. MDNI.

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Fucks you after a hard work day

Punishes you for escaping

Pounds your tight pussy

Honeymoon sex

Doggy creampie

Daddy inspects your pretty pussy

You needed it raw

Shower pt 1 pt 2

From behind

[so0thsayer]

Are there house of wax (2005) fans on here ??? (Need to know bcs I have devious plans...🤭)

[black-brained]

Watching house of Wax for the 9th time and stopping it before Bo gets his shit rocked with a bat so I can live in delusion that he’s definitely still alive!

[callie-the-creator]

the sinclair brothers’ reactions to you getting nipple piercings

mild nsfw. mdni. warnings: suggestive content, nipple piercings, etc.

author’s note: i tried to write the reader as gender-neutral as possible.

bo sinclair

• once you lifted your shirt up, bo’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes widened. he was still in his work getup — did you do this when he was gone? he had so many questions…but, it didn’t take bo long to shake his initial shock and replace it with his smirk

• he thinks your new piercings are hot as fuck and even made you all the more attractive. hell, he didn’t even think such a thing was possible!

• bo immediately tossed all his stuff to the closest chair and walked over to you where he moved his calloused hands up from your hips to right under your chest

• even though he likes to admit to it, bo can be quite the charmer at times. so, after he did this, bo started to shower you in compliments and as he did, lowered himself onto his knees as his hands rested on your as, like you were some deity

• all of this was a pleasant surprise, just what he needed actually, and bo cannot wait to see more of your piercings, especially in the bedroom

vincent sinclair

• he first thought you accidentally got hurt, so he came rushing to your side to help you out, only to have you you explain to him what they were

• he was, at first, confused. sure, vincent has seen a few piercings in his time because of the wax statues he makes…but…he’s never seen any that were on someone’s nipples

• when asked if he understood, vincent simply nodded his head as he moved closer to inspected your new piercings until his chest was almost touching yours

• he outstretched his hands, but didn’t touch you right away. instead, vincent glanced between your nipples, to your eyes, back down to your piercings, asking for permission. with a laugh, you gave him exactly that

• vincent made sure to be especially gentle with you as he caressed the sides of your chest, his rough and large hands slowly creeping closer to your nipples before stopping when he got close to the piercing. he didn’t want to touch them since there was a chance you were sore, so vincent merely moved his hands around the area, all the while he admired your new jewelry

• he likes them, it’s just going to take some time getting used to them is all…

lester sinclair

• “now, why’d you have to go ‘n do that?” was lester’s question when you told him you had gotten nipple piercings as he drove down the road to the house

• he didn’t want to believe you because of how unlike you it sounded. this must’ve been your way of trying to pull a prank on him…

• he kept denying that you got piercings there until you had enough of the bickering and lifted up your shirt, prompting lester to do a double-take at the sight of your new jewelry

• his breath was taken away and he was left speechless. he cleared his throat as he turned his attention back on the road whilst you pulled down your shirt to cover yourself up

• the drive to the house was mostly quiet

- that is, until lester parked his truck

• just as when you were going to hop out of the truck, lester stopped you by calling out your name, so you hesitated and looked back at him quizzically, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t somewhat upset with him

• “can i, uh…see ‘em again?”

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

hello there! I just read a headcanons about the slashers s/o breastfeeding their baby and i need some smutty thing about breast milk😫

Could you do the Sinclair brothers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer and Brahms Heelshire drinking their s/o breasy milk? Please i'm begging😭🙏

Anyways, thanks if you do and feel free to ignore that request if you don't feel comfortable with it, bye💋

Your slasher finds out about the infinite food glitch

NSFW MDNI, 18+ Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair x reader (separate), mommy kink mentioned, breeding kink, lactating without pregnancy, lactation kink, titty sucking, breast worship, racially ambiguous, AFAB reader, relatively gender neutral (if you don't mind being called mommy), pretty short

Brahms

Absolutely found out you could lactate the first time you two had sex

He was on your tiddies the second your shirt came off

The way your breasts leaked sweet nectar into his mouth almost made him cum

Brahms becomes obsessed with your breasts more than he usually would

The mommy kink on this man-

Has 100% begged for your milk before

On more than one occasion you've rewarded him for being good by jacking him off while he sucks on your breasts

Call him a good boy while he does so

You'll have to pull him off because he does not care if you get overstimulated or your nipples get sore

You've got milk and Brahms is going to take as much as he can

Thomas Hewitt

This man already has a breeding kink but feeling your milk in his mouth really woke something up within him

He found you with your shirt wet from your tits leaking through the thin material

Thomas was mostly enamored with the sight of your breasts through a wet shirt but when you explained that the material became damp not through water but from your own milk-

⚠ Hucow kink discovered

His big hands are all over your breasts more than ever

Thomas loves the idea of taking you into the barn and making you bend over on your hands and knees so he can milk you like a cow

Vincent Sinclair

He found out about your lactating when you joked about making a mold out of your breasts

Vincent honestly loved the idea of having a wax mold of your boobies in his studio

During the process of putting your breasts in the silicone mold, you started leaking

The sight stopped Vincent in his tracks

He really had a moment of self discovery seeing your milk filled tits leaking right in front of him

Vincent went ahead and look handfuls of your breasts, rolling the flesh under his palm and pinching at your nipples to make you spray more milk

The silicone mold ended up abandoned with Vincent more focused on milking you dry while you squeezed around his cock

Bo Sinclair

Bo loves seeing your pretty tits all sore from him biting and loving on them

Bo has nipple clamps for you that he likes to tug on to see you squirm and leak for him

If your breasts are big enough, this man will 100% make you drink your own milk

He loves to pull on your nipples and watch them leak as he abuses your breasts

Bo will come up behind you to cop a feel whenever you're doing something

He'll sometimes give you a purple nurple just to see you squirt milk then get all embarrassed/angry at him

Bonus points if he makes you squirt through your shirt

What's better than seeing your tits through your wet shirt? Knowing it's from you leaking your own milk because Bo can't keep his hands to himself

Fingers you while he sucks on your breasts

Just having you lay back while he hold you and makes you leak from not only pussy but from your breasts as well sends this man to heaven

Lester Sinclair

How far can you squirt?

Lester was mostly interested with how far you can launch your milk at first

However seeing your tits all heavy and sore and needing to be milked makes his dick throb

Absolutely loves to suck on your titties

Lester can control himself and is fairly gentlemanly but seeing your milk leak through your shirt does something to him

All he wants to do is have you ride him until his dick is sore while he sucks on your tits

During sex, he likes to tug and pull on your nipples to see your milk squirt all over you then lick it up

He has definitely thought about putting a baby in you to get you to make some more of that delicious milk for him

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba's favorite position is to have you sit on his lap and ride him while he sucks on your titties

Absolutely quells his oral fixation

There is also a sort of nurturing aspect to it that Bubba loves

You're taking care of him in more ways than one

Bubba also goes to you for comfort as well

He just loves the sight of your breasts and the taste of them and everything about them

Just having your nipple in his mouth is so soothing

Tell him how loved he is and how much he does for the family while he sucks the milk from your titties

Bonus points if you warm his cock while he does so

Bubba also loves to massage your breasts for you whenever they get sore

Just lay down and let him rub and milk you

He can't just let you take care of him all the time!

[kitkathatesu]

Got My Baby Cryin’

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Bo Sinclair x Fem!reader + mentions of Vincent

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓?: ✔️ @whatitshouldvebeen hope you like it pookie, sorry it took so long😗

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: NSFW❗️SMUT❗️dub/non-con, (DON’T READ THIS IF THAT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU) ❕MDNI❕Use of degradation & praise, (mostly degradation sorry) mentions of blood & violence, pet names, canon!Bo, Stockholm Syndrome type situation, sub!reader, possesive!Bo, Dacryphilia, fingering (f receiving), p in v, spit play, hatefucking

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Vincent decides to use you as his “muse” for a new wax figure in the Museum, and though it may be a sweet gesture to you Bo doesn’t think so. Not at all, and it’s obviously your fault. So who better to punish than you?

☽♢☾

You’re in the kitchen cleaning up after a night of blood pools and broken glass. One of the tourists who’d decided Ambrose was a cozy spot to fill his tank found out rather fast that it comes at a cost. His life being the payment.

Vincent’s sitting across the room from you at the table, his one blue eye seemingly studying your movements with a slight tilt of his head. His fingers toying one of his many sculpting tools between them, gaze burning into you. The silence deafening while you sit there on your knees, crimson spattered rag in hand scrubbing the creaky floorboards.

“You wanna take a picture Vince?” You snicker. Glancing up to catch his reaction but he’s stood upright now just inches away from your kneeling figure. “Goddamn!” You gasp, your hand pressed tightly to your chest.

“Didn’t even give me a chance to breathe! You’re seriously the fastest fucker I believe I’ve ever met.” You squeak playfully, Vincent’s grunt of approval making you giggle.

You’ve grown quite close to all three Brother’s, Lester a little less than Vincent but Bo more than either of them. And he makes sure the others know just how close you are. Your desperate cries for benevolence etched into the walls from the night he caught you lingering around longer than you should’ve. The scars he left then now littering your body and mind for as long as you can remember.

Your eyes fixated back to the task at hand. Fingers beginning to ache at how hard you’ve peeled the desaturated blood off the floor, you can’t help but wonder how many more will seep away to nothing more than a stain in the rotting wood beneath you. You shake your head, the thought rattling around for a moment but dissipating shortly after.

“Hey Vince, care to grab me another rag? This one’s about to start ripping at the seams-“

You practically choke on your words at the sight of Vince now knelt down in front of you, his smooth hand caressing the flush that’s crept onto your cheek. His thumb gently tracing the lines that are naturally imprinted into your skin as you sit there frozen.

Dumbfounded, you reach up and place your hand atop his. Searching for an answer internally and externally, what could he be thinking? Hopefully nowhere close to what you suspect considering his hobbies.

“Uh, Vince?” You ask softly, a lump formed so tight in your throat that you feel like you’re suffocating. He just stares back at you like every word you’ve spoke has fell upon deaf ears.

He signs “You’re lovely. Would take forever to sculpt such a pretty thing.” His demeanor flashing something more than just curiosity causing your jaw to tighten.

“Could use some practice if you’d care to pose for me. Be the perfect muse.”

He continued on, only increasing the gnawing anxiety in your gut. Among the flustered butterflies smacking against your rib cage. You knew Bo would be pissed if he ever caught wind of this, hearing or let alone walking in and seeing it for himself.

“Vince..” You pause. Your eyes flickering to the right, then the left. Oh shit.

Bo’s face is contorted with anger as his slanted figure stands positioned against the doorframe pulling you back to reality. You hurriedly push yourself off the floor, Vince scurrying backwards as Bo chuckles to himself. His presence unabated as it fills the room.

“Well, what’do we have here?” He mocks. Glaring at Vince first, then turning his half lidded eyes to meet yours, shooting daggers right through your chest.

Your heart pounds. His pupils are swallowing his irises whole. Used to he could disguise that look pretty well, but you’ve grown all to accustomed to the predator that’s always preying on you. The man who’s marked you in more ways than one that’ll last a lifetime.

“Bo, I can explain-“ You stammer. Voice barely amounting to a whisper but it’s silenced completely as Bo cuts you off.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bo barks, his voice gruff and threatening as he points a finger to you, daring a word to fall from your lips as he lunges at Vincent. Making him stumble back against the wall, his head hitting first as Bo’s hands clutch his shoulders to stand him still.

“You wanna explain yer’self?” Bo grumbled. “Or do I gotta beat it outta you first?” His fingers grip the fabric of his Brothers sweater, pulling him forward then ramming him back into the wall with a loud thud.

A muffled wince of pain strains behind Vincent’s mask, he raises his hands in reticence. Trying to deescalate the situation.

“Didn’t mean nothing by it. Only using her as means to create better, more realistic figures.” He signs. His one eye searching Bo’s for some sort of understanding, but all he gets is a sneer. Bo’s lip curling up into a cocky smirk as he drops Vincent’s shoulders.

“That so?” He snorts. “We both know that’s a lie. You’d be on’er like flies on shit if I’d let cha’ ya fuckin’ pest. Now git. I said git!”

Vincent storms out of the room and Bo runs a grease covered hand through his hair, a sadistic cackle bouncing off the walls as he turns around to find you cowered in the corner. Your eyes wide with fear as he saunters over.

“Awh, sweetheart. What’sa matter?” He taunts. Bending down in front of you, his cologne and the smell of whiskey flooding your senses. You try to find the words to say but they’re stuck. You’re stuck, you can barely think straight.

“I asked ya a fuckin’ question.” He snarls. His calloused hand claws at your jaw, his fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks roughly pinching your lips into a pout.

“I’m sorry- I just, I can’t..” You trail off, voice shaky as Bo’s hot breath fans over your face. His hand pulls you closer to him by the grip on your cheeks, a choked back whimper crackling in your throat.

“Can’t what?” He asked softly. His tone condescending but dripping with that honeysuckle Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

Bo’s sharp tongue darts out to wet his lips and your eyes follow its movement. Nothing ever goes unnoticed when it comes to you like a cat with a mouse, he’ll let you think it’s safe to stray away and as soon as you do he’ll pounce and sink his teeth in without warning.

He taps your lower jaw with his fingertips. Your eyes squeezing shut as he leans in, his nose gently brushing against yours.

“Cat got yer’ tongue? Or you jus’ too busy thinkin’ bout Vince ta’ spit out an answer.” He tsks. Tongue clicking against his teeth as he jerks you upwards. His hand now snaked around your neck. Your feet slightly coming up off of floor. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you girl. Don’t get all shy now.”

You cough against the rigidity of his fingers delving into the sides of your throat, your eyes popping open and heartbeat thrumming in your ears, his lips now hovering above yours. You clasp your hand around his wrist as he peers down at your unnerved expression. A smug grin plastered on his pretty face.

“Bo- Fuck, please just stop.” You pant, each breath you take shorter and shallower than the next. A low sigh pulling from your lungs as he closes his hand tighter around your windpipe. You swear you could hear it crunching.

“Don’t think I will darlin.’ As a matter’a fact, think I’ll do whatever I damn well please.”

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, staring up at him through heavy lashes as your peripherals cloud with hazy darkness. A subtle pulsing between your legs causing you to shift, embarrassment bubbling up and spilling over as your body reacts to him, knowing it’ll only betray you further if you fight.

“You’ve been misbehavin’ a lot these past couple days sugar.” He purrs against the side of your face. His free hand coming up to grapple the dip in your waist causing your thighs to squeeze together a little too fast. Bo chuckles through gritted teeth.

“Think it’s time ta’ remind ya what happens when I let ya off yer’ leash. Since you’ve bitten off a bit more than you can chew.”

“I’ve not done anything, was just trying to clean. Honest.” You bleat. Tears trickling down your face. The thought of what he’s planning on doing to you raiding your already tattered mind. “Please- Don’t hurt me.”

Your lower lip quivers as his eyes glaze over you, your cheeks flushed a deep red and chest heaving. Awaiting your punishment as he stands there menacingly.

You can’t help but gawk at him. He’s got such pretty eyes, and his hands are so experienced yet so deadly. Who could possibly resist? You’re acclimated to this place, this man. You have nothing left to lose and nothing more to gain.

“S’a shame ya gotta be so desperate when I’m not around. Can’t leave ya alone for a second without you missin’ havin’ one in ya.” He slurs, his jaw tightening as he pushes his lips against the shell of your ear. Tongue tracing it lightly causing your body to shudder.

“My Brother can’t fuck you as good as I can”, He husked. “And I’ll be damned if I sit back and watch him try. ‘Specially when yer’ eager to please.” That snarky smile forming against your skin. “Nothin’ but a fuckin’ whore.”

Your heart is hammering. Legs wobbly, you’re lightheaded and on the brink of passing out as his fingers dance against your pulse points. But a piercing shot of air fills your lungs suddenly causing you to sputter and choke as he releases you. Your feet plant flat on the ground, a shaky hand frantically lacing itself around the handprint that now sits like a necklace on your throat. His hands fall at his sides with a huff as he tucks them into his pockets.

“I don’t think of Vince that way!” You yell at him, your voice broken and dry in your throat. Bo’s brooding facial features making your skin crawl as he rakes over your unsteady figure. “Yeah?” He belts out. His head dropping down and back up with a wolfish grin. “Bet yer’ soakin’ wet right now.”

Your stomach drops and your legs nearly give out. You know if he was to reach his hand between your legs and touch you right now his fingers would be drenched.

Bo inhales deeply through his nose. Letting out a long, breathless, sigh. “I can smell you. Ye’ ain’t hidin’ nothin’ from me.” He uttered. A deep growl rumbling in his chest as one of his hands fists your hair, gripping it hard between his fingers as the weight of his body is now flush against yours.

“Every. Fuckin’. INCH of this body is mine.” Bo snarled. His breathing loud and rugged, fuming with whiskey and desire. His grip on your hair stiff as a board, your scalp stinging from the force of him holding your head back.

“Bo- Bo, I’m sorry please? I’m yours, only yours.” You plead. Tears sliding off of your cheeks. The salty streams glistening down your neck and chest, staining your sternum. What a mess you are already. Poor thing.

Bo’s jaw cocks open like a boa constrictor and his tongue drags a long hot stripe up your jugular, catching your fear on his tongue. A groan seeping out of his mouth like blood from an open wound. Your teary eyes and battered body only making his already hardened cock strain against his zipper.

“That tight lil cunt between yer’ legs belongs ta’ me too. Ain’t that right honey?” He cooed. “So pretty when you cry’fer me like that.”

Fuck. He’s got you. He has you right where he wants you, where he always has you. Right on the edge of insanity and serendipity. You break pathetically at the slip of his knee between your legs, his muscular thigh pushing up into your core. The friction of his jeans alone makes you whine but it’s effortlessly snuffed out as Bo’s lips crash against your own.

Your head is fuzzy and your limbs are numb like venoms slithered beneath your skin through his saliva. Disintegrating you from the inside out as your lips move on their own accord.

“Yes Daddy.”

“You’re disgusting ain’tcha?” His eyes blown wide with lust and his hands full of rage he yanks you by your hair with one swift motion turning you around.

Your back arches and your face slams against the wall. The taste of copper filling your mouth is bittersweet as Bo’s free hand slides up the back of your thigh, your ass pushing back against it as his fingers hook into the fabric of your shorts pulling them to the side. Your body shifting at the chills that rip their way up your spine. Run rabbit run, you won’t make it far.

��Look at that.” Bo panted, watching the arousal that’s bubbled and weeped out from your core spread and string to the outside of your lips with each buck of your hips.

“Fuckin’ pathetic ain’t it? Gettin’ all hot’n bothered by someone who kills for a livin’?” He chided, his middle finger swiping through your folds in a downwards motion grazing your clit. “Y’should be ashamed of yourself girl.”

You should be. You should be fighting this, fighting him. Running as far as your tired body could carry you, but no. Instead a moan rolls off of your blood slathed tongue earning the tip of Bo’s ring finger circling the edges of your entrance. “Please?”

“Please what?” Bo asked well aware of the answer. His one digit quickly turning into two as he pushed them inside you down to the second knuckle. Angling them upwards, rubbing against that spongy spot that has you speaking his name like a prayer worthy of an altar.

You squeaked in response. Hips plummeting backwards to plunge them as deep as they’ll go, your walls fluttering around them. Relief, relief, relief.

“Ah ah!” He scolds. “Who the fuck told ya ta’move huh?” You pout as your desperate attempt to give yourself what you didn’t ask for comes to a halt. Bo’s left hand vigorously rips itself from your scalp, scraping his jagged nails down your spine as he traces the vertebrae, a bruising grip now glueing you in place.

“Dirty fuckin’ slut”, he groans. “Fuckin’ yer’self with my fingers like a bitch in heat.” You revel in the disgusting sounds of your juices splashing onto his wrist as his fingers twist inside you. His voice cracking you open and leaving you helpless. The pleasure that’s jolting through you lights you on fire, your legs trembling and your stomach tightening. Unable to fight the biting urge to be filled to the brim with him.

“Oh my God- I want your cock. Need it.” You babble, almost incoherently as your moans turn into sobs. Bo hums low in his throat adding a third finger and you clench hard. The agonizingly slow stretch of your walls making you mewl. “That’s right sweet girl. Let me hear ya beg proper.” He licked his lips and spit a wad of saliva onto your cunt. Pulling his fingers out to smack through your folds harshly, eliciting a string of curses to fall from your swollen lips.

Your legs buckle as your knees go to give out but Bo catches you by your hips. Your head starts to spin as the sound of his zipper sparks every nerve, every fiber of your being. You tilt your head back to catch a glimpse of him, his eyes lock onto yours and his eyebrows knit together. “Fuck ya lookin’ at me for?”

Your jaw quivers with adrenaline as your head is slammed into the wall once more. Fingers digging into the supple flesh of your love handle, his cock now pressed firmly against your pussy from underneath. The tip grinding against your clit with ease as he collects your juices by rocking his hips back and forth slowly.

“I know why”, he rasped. “Cause yer’ a cock hungry whore. Ain’t that right sugar?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Whad’ya want?”

“Want- I want..” You stutter and before you can even think a loud, pornographic, moan echoes out of your lungs as he pushes himself inside you with one deep thrust. Your walls clenching as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, the pain and pleasure sending you into a frenzy. “Oh- Oh my fucking GOD! Bo, Bo, please!”

You could cum right here but you know better. You know the fullness you feel right now will cease and the emptiness that gnaws at the back of your skull will replace it instead.

“Ah fuck, that’s right honey. I’ll be yer God.” Sinful, abomination, blasphemy. “Pussies s’fuckin’ tight baby.” Bo groans and your head starts to pound. His fingernails biting at the skin on your hipbone as he picks up a relentless pace, your ass bouncing off of his hips deliciously with each thrust. Face repeatedly scraping against the withering wood pricking the rosy parts of your cheeks leaving them hot and raw.

He reaches his hand to your mouth and you open. Tongue darting out to wrap around his fingers but he jolts his hips upwards and you cry out. His middle finger hooking into the side of your jaw, stretching your mouth out as he fucks you stupid. “Fuck, fuck-“ Your eyes flutter shut as fresh tears fall and he wipes one off with his thumb. The taste of his skin setting your twisted desire for him into overdrive and your stomach churns as the familiar coil starts to tighten and thrash through you.

“No use in cryin’ bitch”, he growled. His balls slapping against your clit and his head now resting in the crook of your neck from behind, his canines scraping your pulse that vibrates against his lips. “Wasn’t sad when Vince was on his knees droolin’ all over ya, or when he touched you. Ya fuckin’ liked it.”

Your pussy throbs and your hands grab at the wall in front of you helplessly. Nails chipping and teeth baring as he pounds into you. You’re not going to last much longer. How could you?

“No. No, no-“ You sob and he rips his fingers from your lips roughly, slathering your own saliva all over your face. Clasping his big hand over your mouth and nose, your eyes roll back and your cunt coats his cock in spurts as he slams his hips into you. In, out. In, out. Hard and deep strokes till your body goes limp and your moans turn to mush in your brain.

“Shut yer fuckin’ mouth cunt. Open up wide for me. Yeah just like that.”

Bo almost whines as his thrusts become sloppy and your juices drip down his thighs. His own orgasm picking him to pieces as your pussy sucks him in so eagerly. Regardless if you want it, he knows you can’t deny him. You won’t deny him. You’re his and only his and he’ll make sure you never forget it. If he has to shatter every sliver of hope that you cling too by God he will. And you’ll beg him for more each time.

“S’good for me when ya wanna be darlin’,” he cooed. Making your heart sink and your body ache to be anywhere but here in this moment though you yearn for it when he’s not looking. Fucking stupid fuck.

He kicks your legs open farther with the toes of his boot thudding against your ankle. Almost knocking you off balance as he jerks you back into him, you can feel his cock pulsating as he finally paints your walls white with his cum. Your body basically lifeless as he ruts inside you, mumbling curses and sweet nothings into your ear. And no matter how much you plead with yourself to remember who he is, the invisible noose he has tied around your neck reminds you who you belong too. Who you’ll always belong to. You’re swallowed whole.

Bo pulls out and immediately tucks himself back into his boxers as you stand there with his spend dripping out of you and onto the floor, inner thighs slick with a disgusting mixture of your cum and his. “Get cleaned up”, he grumbled. Throwing a random dirt tinged rag onto the floor in front of you.

“Want yer ass back in the kitchen in 5 or I might have ta get Vince back in here. Show him how a real man takes care of what’s his.”

With a wink and a satisfied grin Bo disappears into another part of the house. Leaving you in the same way he found you. Weak at the knees and starving for something to heal the wounds you mindlessly reopen every time he’s around.

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝒹

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, smutty headcanons, virginity mention, dirty talk, rough sex, just general nasty things

Michael Myers

Let’s be honest—this man was a virgin before you showed up

He was in a mental institution from a young age—not exactly the best place to fuck

Still, that certainly didn’t stop him

He picked up on what to do fast—it’s not all that difficult

Still, he definitely focused on himself

Whether or not you came was not his problem

You have to take matters into your own hands when it comes to that, using your fingers to work at your clit

Most of the time your body is jostled around to much to do so

He’s not gentle

Whatsoever

Things will be broken

The bed?

A bone?

Who knows

You have so so many marks

Bruises

Cuts

You always look like you fell through a wood chipper 

It’s not like you could reason with him, though

“Hey, can you, I don’t know, be gentle for once and not fuck me against a countertop?”

Yea, that would go over well

He gets. . . better. . . eventually

Still mostly selfish

But may rub against your clit as he’s pounding into you

By accident?

Unclear

Expect to walk with a permanent limp

RIP

Definitely into knife-play

So many shredded clothes

C’mon, what’d you expect?

The mask stays on during sex

Obviously

If he’s super comfortable he might pull it up enough to bite you

But don’t expect to catch a glimpse of his face

After-care? What’s that?

You clean yourself up 99% of the time

The only time he’s ever done anything was when you passed out during sex and woke up in your bed

Other than that, you don’t expect him to provide any cuddles 

He doesn’t even sleep in the same bed at night

Jason Voorhees

Tries his best to be so so so gentle with you

Also a virgin before you showed up

Not many people were lining up to fuck an undead monster haunting a summer camp

He’s. . . big. . . everywhere

It takes a while before you’re even able to take him properly

It’s not that you were unprepared, but at the slightest flinch of your face Jason would pause and refuse to touch you again for hours

You made sure to explain that you were fine and that you weren’t made of glass

But he was still petrified of hurting you

Still, when he finally calms enough to fully fuck you one night, you’re seeing stars

He’s slow and cautious, but eventually something lights a fire within him

Rubs his masked face into your neck apologetically as he rams into you

When you’re walking funny the next day he carries you everywhere

You don’t blame him for getting carried away sometimes, and even enjoy a little roughness more-often-than-not

He tries his best with after-care but is pretty clueless as what to do with you

When you’re exhausted and curled in on yourself he thinks he’s permanently hurt you

You tell him gently to run you a bath

Will attach himself to your hip and snuggle you until one of you is forced to get up

Nestles his masked nose against any marks he may have caused, letting out a low whimper

You run your hand down his back

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.”

Tries to make your pleasure his number one priority

Will listen intently as you bashfully explain what you want and like

Does as told

He’s a little rough, massive fingers toying with your clit hard enough to have you wincing

But eventually he gets the hang of it

Refuses to cum until you have

Even when you’re giving him head, he always has to be touching you in some way, getting you off just as much as your getting him off

Sometimes he can’t help himself and cums before you, only to let out a low whine of disappointment, like he was ashamed of himself

You’re never far behind, anyways

One of the most selfless lovers you’ve ever had

The fact he doesn't speak doesn't even cross your mind

He gets his points across fine with his actions and occasional low rumbles 

And you were never much for dirty talk, anyway 

Bo Sinclair

He’s a wild-card 

Some days he’s feeling generous enough to nestle his head between your legs, other days he’s got you gagging on his dick until can’t breathe

You’re unsure of what impacts his attitude, every night getting ready to expect something different

You supposed he had a lot of things happen in life, you couldn’t blame him for being a little hot-and-cold about things

Regardless of what’s happening, he’s got a lot to say about it

If he’s not growling in your ear, teasing you with dirty words as he rams into you, then he’s moaning loudly against your lips or neck

You don’t think he’s ever quiet for more than a few seconds

What he says varies, too

Some days it’s nothing but praise

“Whatta good girl you are. C’mon, sweetheart. You can do it. Almost there—there it is, darlin’. Don’t you look like a beauty chokin’ on my cock?” 

“That’s it, beautiful. Keep sayin’ my name. Feel good, huh? Don’t close those pretty lips of yours. I wanna hear ya when I fuck ya.” 

Other days he’s grabbing your ass harshly, scolding you for muffling your moans against his neck

“The fuck you think you’re doin’? You’re nothin’ but a whore, don’t try ‘nd be bashful now.”

“What a slut. Look how wet you are for me. Gettin’ off on the thought of me fuckin’ you, bitch?”

It’s enough to give you whiplash

Still, you can’t complain that it’s boring

And it’s not like you don’t get your own enjoyment out of it

Whether or not he lingers after he fucks you depends on nothing in particular

Sometimes he’ll pull you close and press a kiss to your forehead, mumbling praises in your ear as he caresses your body

Other times he’ll put his boxers back on and rest against the door frame, just staring at you as you clean yourself up

He never leaves without making sure you’re alright, though

No matter how rough he was with you he gently traces over your body, making sure nothing hurt to bad

Then he’s back to his cocky self, trying to pretend he didn’t just treat you like a princess

There’s always marks littering your neck and shoulders

The sight of them is enough to let any tourists know to fuck off

You tried to cover them once with a high collared shirt but it only ended with more hickies and bite marks, this time high enough on your neck that even a turtle neck couldn’t hide them

He’s possessive, always having an arm or hand around you when talking to strangers that come by

He’ll, even around his own brothers he’s like that

He’s always smacking your ass or planting a kiss to your lips, leaving you to yelp in surprise

This man has a breeding kink

That’s just the facts

The thing is, the idea of having a kid makes him gag

He’s not a fan of the little gremlins

But something about you—thighs wrapped around his hips as he cums into you—the fullness of your cunt—the slight bulge of your belly—always gets him going

Maybe it’s the distant idea of raising a half-normal family for once

For now, you stay on birth control

Vincent Sinclair

He’s extremely introverted and self-conscious

You have to be the one to initiate most things

Even then he’s unsure of himself

He’s afraid he’ll scare you somehow

The first time you two are intimate it’s simply soft touches, your lips trailing over his skin as your hands stroke at his dick

It’s not sex

It’s too soft for that

You hated to use the word love-making, but you supposed that’s what it was

After his confidence is built up enough to take control, he catches on fast

He has a niche for precise finger-work, given his work as a sculptor, and has you cumming on his hands more times than you can count

He keeps his mask on 99% of the time

You don’t force him to do otherwise

It’s his comfort object

As long as he’s happy, you’re happy

Still, there are times where he pulls it off, only to hide himself between your legs

The first time he ate you out, he insisted upon a blanket draped over your bottom half, but he’s past that now, knelt down in front of you, fingers clutched against your thighs as he pushes his tongue further inside of you

You make sure to praise him every time he makes you feel good—wanting him to know it was him getting you off

It definitely helped his self-esteem

He’s still distant when others are around, but you’ve gotten to the point where you can sit in his lap and play with his hair while Bo lounges on the couch

Bo still gives you two playful taunts, but he’s just happy his brother found someone

Though he really needs to invest in some ear-muffs if you keep up with the moaning at god-knows-how-late-at-night

*cough* waxplay *cough*

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky

♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, The Boy, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content

♡notes; pretty much just kink lists babey

oh boy i hope this doesn’t reveal anything about me

also happy easter lol

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Micheal Myers

> Knifeplay and breathplay are a given with this one

> He likes to be in complete control

> And a hand around the throat or a blade ghosting the skin definitely help him achieve that

> He also loves both tying you up and being tied up, surprisingly

> Letting you ride him while he’s tied to the bed is just about the only way you’ll get the man to relinquish any of that control

> And even then he makes sure you know he’s still the boss- if you’re too much of a brat he’s slipping the restraints and fucking you so hard you walk funny after

> He loves marking you up, mostly through biting

> And he likes to keep the mask on- even if he’s at a point where he rarely wears it around you

> He’ll quietly degrade you if you’re into that- you have to earn praise though

> But if you praise him you may actually be able to fluster him for once

Thomas Hewitt

> Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink you can’t convince me otherwise

> He loves pinning you down into a mating press and watching your face as he fills you

> He’s so rough and overwhelming

> He likes to lick away your tears when it’s just too much

>And sometimes he’ll keep you pinned there well after, keeping himself inside.

> He’d let you call him daddy- and god does he get into it, but he’d be too shy to suggest anything like that himself

> He loves praise and he loves letting you know how good you feel

> Not usually verbally, but he’ll growl and moan and purr shamelessly

> He’s the king of oral, he’s like a man starved and you’ll end up overstimulated 9 out of 10 times

> And he loves when you reciprocate, especially if you don’t mind him fucking your mouth

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s a bit vanilla, not having much experience or knowledge beyond sex for procreation.

> Insert Drayton’s “sex or the saw” quote here lol

> But he’ll try anything for you at least once, he’s so eager to please.

> Most notably he makes a wonderful little submissive

> Whether you want him to bottom or just power bottom yourself, he loves being used to make you feel good

> He enjoys any and all praise

> He’s rather insecure, so he loves compliments on his appearance especially

> If you call him a pretty boy he melts

> 100 percent would love if you called yourself mommy/daddy/any other dom titles

> He loves when you sit on his face more than anything else

Vincent Sinclair

> The softest dom. He wants to take care of you around the clock, but especially in bed

> He’s a service top- it’s all for you. So much more concerned with you getting off than even being touched.

> He’s into wax play (Because it’s funny but also bc it’s underrated)

> And he likes to restrain you so he can worship you completely uninterrupted

> He’s not afraid of using toys, especially when you’re all tied up and at his mercy

> He loves taking pictures of you as well

> At first he claims it’s for reference but you know better, baby has a documentation kink

> He loves just watching too

> Trying to keep control while you touch yourself and moan his name is his favorite pastime

Brahms Heelshire

> Huge brat in need of taming

> Only a switch in the technical sense- he’ll top if you beg/bribe/pester him enough. He’s just lazy tbh

> Love love loves being both degraded and praised

> “filthy little boy” “pretty little slut” etc

> Prefers calling you mommy/daddy but can work with master

> And he’ll be your puppy if you want him to be

> He wears a cute collar and leash and lets you yank on it while you make him fuck you

> He loves when you edge him too

> Until he’s nearly in tears and whining and begging you to let him cum

> If you have boobs he’s obsessed with them

> And even if you don’t he’ll give the area lots of attention

[im-his-druidess]

Do u think Vincent could get comfortable enough to be openly horny with someone? Like sleepy sex or something because he knows s/o is ok with it?

Oh absolutely!

You definitely have a "free use" situation going on with him. Allowing him to touch and use you whenever the mood strikes him.

I honestly think he's sexually repressed enough that he would immediately do stuff like somno as soon as he thinks of you as "his". (Which is pretty soon after he kidnaps you tbh)

Would have the mood strike him and he would crawl onto the floor where he keeps you chained by his bed, sliding into the nest of blankets you created, and gingerly get underneath your clothes to slip inside you. Cuddling as close as humanly possible while banning his arms tight around you so you can't wiggle away if you wake up.

Or gingerly roll you over in the early hours of the morning when he's done with his sculptures and fuck you slow and deep and hard. Getting out any frustrations or pent up lust out of his system before he goes to sleep practically still on top of you.

[slashersiren]

He comes home covered in blood, chest heaving, eyes wild.. but when he sees me, he softens like I’m the only thing in this world he wouldn’t ruin…

Hey you, now that I caught your attention heres a little introduction:

This blog is for the sickly sweet souls who dream of being hunted, claimed, and ruined by the monsters we were warned about.

Slasher-fucker? Absolutely.

Killer’s darling? Without a doubt.

Sharp objects, soft moans, and bloodstained love letters…

that’s what you’ll find here.

You can expect:

– Killer x reader thirsts & dark romance

– Spicy quotes, bloody aesthetics & twisted fantasies

– NSFW fanfics, custom requests soon

– Monsterfucker poetry 💋

🔞 This blog is 18+ only. I don’t babysit honey.

[dolliestfairy]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛. ༊ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

Slasher headcanons with Nymph!fem!reader.

the pictures above is yet again from @fairydxlll on pinterest<3

ᖭི Character's that will be include : Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, & Jennifer Check

ᖭི what is a nymph?

A nymph, sometimes spelled nymphe, in ancient Greek folklore is a minor female nature deity. Different from other Greek goddesses, nymphs are generally regarded as personifications of nature, are typically tied to a specific place or landform, and are usually depicted as maidens.

ᖭི Quick Explanation : you were a no human maiden that live in the forest. one time you try peeking out of your true world trying to see whats outside of it without you noticing that You've just caught the attention and curiousty of someone you shouldn't have.

ᖭི Warnings : Bo sinclair being The Bo sinclair he is. a little bit of Necrophilia [ he's fucking crazy ] reader's death in bo part. reader is naked around the woods. reader skin color is not specific. Manipulating, innocent kink (maybe?) stalking & kidnapping in brahms part. this is kinda dark. read at your own risk :) i've warned you.

ᖭི Bo Motherfucking Sinclair. ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

• first met when he was out in the town, now dont get me wrong, he actually love his town but he was just tryna break himself from his work by taking a walk in some forest outside of his town.

• after taking a walk he heard some other stepfoot coming around him from the cracks of the leaves it made. he then become wary and look around only to find the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. he sees you.

• you were um.. naked. but you still look pretty as fuck and it makes him overwhelmed. but his wariness is not out gone yet, so he trying to aproach you little by little step, he sees your legs were injured and he insisted to take you to the town, and yes you're accepting.

• at first, after he healed your leg injury, just like the Bo Sinclair he is, he's thinking about killing you, and after he kills you he wants to play with your body a little bit, but the second he sees you he cant help but having a symphaty once his harsh eyes meet your innocent once.

• he's trying to communicate with you, talking about you of whats happening in this town. at first he's kinda hesistant to tell you to what he have been done in this town and that he had a very very big sins and debt to pay, but after a while he manage to talk honest to you.

• and the last choice is yours, you accept him for everything he did and he let you live here. although he probably gonna use your beautiful face and he can and he WILL for sure manipulate your innocent nature to get you to do what he want you to do. but if you refuse? i suppose you're not gonna be anything but a pretty corpse.

ᖭི Vincent Vanilla Sinclair. ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

• the first time he had laid his eye on you he thinks you're one piece of an Art, A truly beautiful, masterpiece Art, and also the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

• the first time he sees you he have a feelings that you were no human because of how much beauty you had within you.

• he's flustered by your appereance, he want to talk to you but he's worry that you'll be scared by his wrecked face :(

• and yet he still tried anyway, although he kinda tell himself that she wouldnt accept him because of what he is.

• and instead, you accept him! oh he felt like that was the moment where he could feel the happiest in him. he would literally spoil you so much with jewelry, beautiful clothes, and anything that you may like from the victims, he even made a wax sculpture dedicated to you. not to mention the paper where he had been drawing you for thousands countless time.

• and different from Bo, He would NEVER use or manipulate your innocent nature. instead he want to keep it safe from every humiliating and manipulating things that exist in this world, such as his own brothers.

ᖭི Brahms Crusty Heelshire. ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

• Heelshire mansion is located literally in the middle of the forest so it probably wouldnt be that hard to find creatures like you.

• when he was on the wall he sometimes trying to get out once the mansion is quiet and silence and him was the only person left there. he trying to see from the window in the mansion to see whats going on there and here.

• When he's peeking he sees you wandering around the forest not far enough from the mansion. you're still visible so he can still see you through.

• his curious is sparkling, he wants to know who you are but he also scared to come out of the mansion (this boy..) he tried very slowly like at first he would be more likely to just watch more often in the window, trying to search your appereance, and he also start to realize that you were no human. and yet its making the curious in him more sparkling and sparkling. until he realize that you actually wandering towards the heelshire mansion! so he waits and waits until you're close enough to get catch on.

• after he catch you, he would explain by the letters that is written next to brahms doll of who he is and why you're here and what this place are and what you have to do for him to be able to live here and bla bla bla.. some sort things like that. he really want to come out of the wall and talk to you but he's just soooooo.. unsure if he would do it or not. like Vincent he's worry that he would scare you.

• so he would just see you from the back of the wall, waiting and waiting time and trust and loyalty from you to get him sure enough that he would introduce himself face to face with you.

• its just a matter of time of when this Mr.heelshire decided to couragely enough to introduce himself right in front of you. and he hope you would want to wait patiently for that moment also.

ᖭི Jennifer Badbitch Check. ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

• this woman smh.. first meeting after she just ate one of her victims in the middle of the woods, and then she found you naked wandering around the woods.

• at first she doesnt really care and she actually dont know how to react. she was kinda flustered but also confused by your nude appereance

• but after she sees you enough and she realize you're still not recognize her appereance she start shouting "Hello!" while walking towards you.

• and of course it'll flinch you. you look around and see her walking towards you. her sudden appereance will make you scared and not to mention the blood that was covering her clothes and body and mostly the part of her mouth that was covered enough blood to drip.

• she then would ask you question like "who are you?" "what are you doing?" "whats your name?" "where do you live?" and "what kind of manic girl would wondering alone in the woods with nude body besides me?" and something like that.

• at the end she would ask you if you want to come to take a bath with her in some lake around the woods. and the answer is up to you.

• if you accept, she would be so happy, and after she finds out that you're not a human either she would be more confident enough to tell you what kind of creature she is. but if you refuse? she most likely let you go, but only for a while, because the curiousty in her is sparkling enough to make her go to the woods and search for you. and i'm telling you, this woman is a determined one.